The summer breeze was blowing on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.

Music is spiritual. The music business is not.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

I think Paul McGuinness and U2 created the Irish music industry. It certainly wasn't there before that.

Our society routinely steals from the future.

If you examine your motive for doing anything, you'll soon discover that your reason is that you believe it will make you happy.

Government! Three fourths parasitic and the other fourth Stupid fumbling.

It's not just politicians who underestimate us; we underestimate ourselves.

We do not make very full value of the opportunities provided by technology because we prefer critical to constructive thinking, argument to design.

What dark corner of the soul did you crawl out of?

To be creative and spontaneous, you have to live with imperfection.

Some things get written more quickly than others, but I can't really measure degrees of difficulty.

The foolish man wonders at the unusual, but the wise man at the usual.

To be true to oneself is the hardest test of life.